Fujima... Your Era Is Over (1)

Sendoh wore a composed smile at the corner of his mouth, though his eyes held a hint of helpless exasperation. "Come on, did you forget there are other people on the court?"

As soon as he spoke, Sendoh's hand shot out like lightning and precisely slapped the basketball from Nagano Mitsuru's hands.

A sharp swishing sound rang out as the basketball instantly flew from Nagano Mitsuru's palm.

Nagano Mitsuru landed and staggered before managing to steady himself, his face full of unwillingness.

Uozumi steadily caught the knocked-away basketball. Without hesitation, he turned and fired a precise long pass. The ball traced a long straight line through the air, flying directly toward Chi Tong on the perimeter.

The moment Fujima Kenji saw the ball flying toward Chi Tong, his nerves tightened to the limit. He knew perfectly well that if Chi Tong got the ball and launched a fast break, Shoyo's defense would face another devastating blow. Ignoring the ache in his legs, he sprinted toward Chi Tong with all his strength.

He barely managed to get in front of Chi Tong before he caught the ball.

"Don't think you're getting past me!"

Fujima Kenji glared at Chi Tong, his voice filled with gritted-teeth stubbornness. He spread his arms wide and assumed the tightest defensive stance possible.

This time, he was even prepared to stop Chi Tong at any cost, even if it meant fouling him.

He could no longer afford to lose. Neither could Shoyo!

Chi Tong caught the basketball and calmly looked at Fujima Kenji before him, his expression utterly unruffled. His tone remained indifferent. "No one can defy my command."

The moment he finished speaking, the sound of the ball hitting the floor rang out. Chi Tong simply strolled past Fujima Kenji, his steps as leisurely as if